We Three
Hold On
Let’s flip a switch and then will call it straight

Wish that I learned to negotiate

I’d keep your lipstick on my pillow case, yeah

I’m kind of blind when it comes to this

Even with your help I know I’ll still miss

Cause sugar coatings never been my thing, no

Pre Chorus

Where do I even begin, I’m no good at this talking thing

I just wanna give in, and I guess that’s why I need watching, so

Chorus

Better hold on to what you find, none of this was by design

I’m a lover without a soul, yet you still wanna go grow old

Never meant to hold you too tight, never meant to ruin the night

The things I say and do like, still no good at this talking thing

Verse 2

Bite my tongue don’t talk too fast

Cause my feelings are slow they don’t like to last

For more than a moment and sometimes less, yeah

When I think I’m right turns out I’m wrong

You give me an inch I’ll write you a song

There’s gotta be a reason and it’s not my charm, no

Pre Chorus

Where do I even begin, I’m no good at this talking thing

I just wanna give in, and I guess that’s why I need watching, so

Chorus

Better hold on to what you find, none of this was by design

I’m a lover without a soul, yet you still wanna go grow old

Never meant to hold you too tight, never meant to ruin the night

The things I say and do like, still no good at this talking thing

Rap

Gotta turn it up side down to see it right side up

Guess I’m a big let down a little too messed up

I hoarder every thought and a little bit too square

Not that you wanted to know just wanted to clear the air

You love the way I write and hate the way I talk

Cause I’m a bit too dry and don’t make people laugh

No need to call me out I know I stutter too much

Twenty one years old I still got a nervous touch

That’s why I write things down it’s not to be profound

It’s to get feelings out so they’re not hanging around

I probably should be done so I don’t let you in

Cause any minute now I know I might start stuttering

Chorus

Better hold on to what you find, none of this was by design

I’m a lover without a soul, yet you still wanna go grow old

Never meant to hold you too tight, never meant to ruin the night

The things I say and do like, still no good at this talking thing